A keresés eredménye

Don't push it to the limit.

Verse 1:
Not knowing what you're playing
Without thinking about anyone
We fled paradise together
Almost barefoot.
We thought we would master
Everything should belong to us
All that both need so much -
For us with you, for both
 
Chorus:
In general, a well-known thing,
What's ahead of you and me
Don't push it to the limit.
Don't push it to the limit.
In general, a well-known thing,
What's ahead of you and me
Don't push it to the limit.
Don't push it to the limit.
 
Verse 2:
When you are like this
When you are tender
You probably don't know
How you are needed.
But how you are submissive
And how kind you are.
I don't like popcorn
And black silver.
 
[Chorus]
 
Verse 3:
There were times when an avalanche fell.
There were times was a blizzard
We were tearing in a half
And the roof had been torn off its hinges.
And how we were slowing down
We were breaking down and every time
We spoke with you: either-or
And again we pressed on the gas pedal.
 
[Chorus]
 

Not With Me

Versions: #1
I'm collecting post stamps
From some random letters.
And my thoughts are flying,
In the wind they're scattered.
Time is moving forward,
Difficult this distance.
I won’t see you later
That’s our final meeting.
 
Not with me you’re now,
Not with me.
 
I can't get accustomed
To this foolish falseness,
You were always present,
Now you’re so much further.
Day before you’ve watched the
Smashing Pumpkins concert.1
And I walked in circles,
Stomping golden foliage.
 
I was pouring freely
Fine Kindzmaraúli,2
And a total stranger
Sliced my sulugúni.3
She was singing lyrics,
False they were, sung badly.
And my head was pulsing:
I do need you madly.
 
Not with me you’re now,
Not with me.
 

• 1. in the original: Agatha Christie, a Russian rock-band.
• 2. a red semi-sweet Georgian wine from the Kakheti region.
• 3. a brined Georgian cheese from the Samegrelo region.

That’s the Way It Is

What early autumn is in in these days,
How strange a rendezvous we’ve had with each other.
It’s all like the footage out of an old movie
I’d seen so many times but did not understand it.
 
There were withered leaves a wind hurled through the windows,
Gangs of youths had daubed all over the brick walls.
Talking leaves would whisper about that, impatient,
They’d daub the very same on the brick walls.
 
That that’s the way it is, can’t be different.
Nothing unusual can be there. It’ll
All be kept under wraps, we must be considerate
Of all we can give away little by little.
 
We had seen each other. That house was abandoned,
With hundreds of steps and with scores of windows.
No handrails to hold on to, windows paneless.
You had been telling me under your breath.
 
When you were talking you came to the point.
You had been telling me the most important,
That you would no more be all night crying.
I had said I wouldn’t watch the clock any longer.
 
But that’s the way it is, can’t be different.
Nothing unusual can be there. It’ll
All be kept under wraps, we must be considerate
Of all we can give away little by little.
 
It was good that none had overheard us
Other than these walls but they’d keep it secret
That we once more have broken our promises, so
I’m a real clock watcher, you’re an all-night crier.
 
Bu that’s the way it is, can’t be different.
Nothing unusual can be there. It’ll
All be kept under wraps, we must be considerate
Of all we can give away little by little.
 

Real World

I don't want to be stylish
I don't want to sound like BLUR
Or Oasis either
Fuck the whole British wave
Names are all only letters
Music is all just sounds
My voice is only a film
Only you're alone in the real world
 
I don't want to change my habits
I don't want to switch friends
How many of them, metropolitan names
Only in the rays of night lights
 
Names are all only letters
Music is all just sounds
My voice is only a film
Only you're alone in the real world